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Sweet Companion
Sweet Companion
Sweet Companion
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Sweet Companion

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A delightful short story, set in Regency London.

When an all-too-serious lord fears his elderly mother’s saucy new companion is not quite a lady, he’ll do anything to protect his mother’s health and happiness.

Olivia Charteris is only trying to be a loving friend to elderly Lady Granfell. She agrees to move in and do what she can to restore the frail woman’s health. In fact, Olivia’s knowledge of herbs and natural cures is already starting to make a noticeable difference . . . to everyone but Lady Granfell’s son. The beastly Lord Granfell rarely visits his mother and Olivia forms an instant dislike of the man . . . until she sees for herself how concerned he truly is for his mother’s welfare. Before long, unpredictable, romantic Olivia finds herself besotted by a practical and logical lord.

Antony St. John, Earl of Granfell doesn’t trust the young woman who has taken up residence in his mother’s home as her companion. In his opinion, Miss Olivia Charteris is simply trying to fleece his mother of every penny in her purse, while filling his mother’s head with preposterous romantic notions. Worse yet, she leaves his emotions in turmoil every time her eyes meet his. There’s no room in his well-ordered life for Olivia and her romantic notions. Or is there?

Be sure to read other Regency Romances by Nancy Lawrence, available on Smashwords:
- A Bewitching Minx
- An Intimate Arrangement
- Once Upon A Christmas

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 14, 2011
ISBN9780983504238
Sweet Companion
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Nancy Lawrence

Nancy Lawrence writes traditional Regency romances, where the heroes are gentlemen, the heroines are ladies, and there’s always a fancy-dress ball to attend. Nancy lives with her family in Aurora, Colorado, “the best city in the world if you can’t live in Bath, England.” Join Nancy as she explores all things Regency on her website. You can also connect with her on Facebook, and follow her on Twitter and Pinterest where she shares news, updates on her writing progress, and new releases.

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Sweet Companion - Nancy Lawrence

SWEET COMPANION

Nancy Lawrence

Published by Anglocentria, Inc. at Smashwords

Copyright © 2010 by Nancy Starts. All rights reserved.

Discover other titles by Nancy Lawrence at Smashwords.com:

A Bewitching Minx

An Intimate Arrangement

Once Upon A Christmas

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Sweet Companion

Chapter One

Antony Aylesworth St. John, Fifth Earl of Granfell, drove his very elegant curricle at a rapid pace up to Number Nine Grosvenor Place. He waited just long enough to bring his famous matched bays to a mincing and prancing halt before he tossed the reins to his tiger and leapt gracefully down to the flagway.

Walk 'em, John, he said over his shoulder. I won't be long. And mind you keep a bit of the edge on them!

The front door to his mother's house opened magically at his approach, and he entered to find Mawson waiting in the hall, ready to divest his lordship of his hat, gloves, and fashionable many-caped driving coat.

How is she this morning, Mawson? asked his lordship out of habit. As was also his habit, he did not wait for an answer, but headed straight for the stairs.

Mawson did his best to warn him, saying in his most efficient butler's voice, Beg pardon, your lordship, but I believe you'll find her ladyship—

In her room? Yes, I know, Mawson, said Lord Granfell, taking the stairs two at a time.

Mawson tried again. Your lordship, I am rather afraid— He stopped short as Lord Granfell disappeared from sight around the stair landing.

The earl gained the second floor and gave a peremptory tap at the door of his mother's bedroom. Again, he did not wait for an answer, but immediately swung the door open with all the usual blustery, good-natured style he employed whenever he visited her. He was halfway across to the bed before he realized it was empty and that the room had undergone a transformation. No longer did it look the least like a sickroom.

The draperies had been tied back to allow in the morning sun, and a very soft, refreshing breeze came through the open window to erase all the old familiar odors of invalidism. The bed was very neatly made up, and the table beside the bed was cleared of all the vials, tinctures, and treatments that had littered the table tops of his mother's bedroom for as long as he could remember.

His tall, muscular body drew up into a rigid line, and the color drained from his handsome face. He stood stock-still in the middle of the room as an unspeakable thought, long dreaded, came to him in a rush.

An almost overwhelming sense of regret enveloped him—regret that he had not planned his visit earlier; regret that he had not appreciated how seriously her health had declined; regret that she might have been alone at the end.

Oh, Mother! he uttered, hardly aware that he was speaking aloud.

Antony? Antony, is that you? I'm in here, my dear! came his mother's voice from the next room, so unexpectedly sweet and strong that he was half afraid he had imagined it.

He followed the sound of her voice to the sitting room, where he found her alone and quite comfortably established on a small settee drawn near the fireplace. Her legs were encased in their usual cocoon of blankets to keep them warm, and in her hands she held a book that bore all the appearance of a romantic novel from the lending library.

He fixed her with a penetrating stare of anger born of worry and demanded, Have you any idea of the fright you just gave me?

She smiled up at him and set her book aside. Oh, don't look so astonished and come and kiss me!

His frown cleared slightly, but his emotions were still in too much of an uproar for him to refrain from scolding her just a little.

I shall do so willingly—if I can be sure you are indeed my mother. But, you see, the mother I know has not in recent memory been outside the confines of her bedroom before—barring one very disastrous trip to Bath a few months back. You are not supposed to be without the presence of either your maid or your physician, both of whom—I might be forgiven to remind you—I pay a most handsome sum to ensure one of them remains with you at all times!

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